This is a little holiday, and I celebrate it alone.
Why not?
I've the grit to work alone, quite alone, absolutely alone.
I've worked alone for years." Ossipon's face had turned dusky red.
"At the perfect detonator--eh ?" he sneered, very low.
"Yes," retorted the other.

"It is a good definition.

You couldn't find anything half so precise to define the nature of your activity with all your committees and delegations.

It is I who am the true propagandist." "We won't discuss that point," said Ossipon, with an air of rising above personal considerations.

"I am afraid I'll have to spoil your holiday for you, though.